When my mum passed away, I didn't get to say goodbye, too. I didn't get to tell her I love her, because I was living too far away, too caught up with my own life and my own concerns.

Funny how a story can mirror life; except I didn't have a Harry to help me get through my story.

I still love your writing.

Musca...

Can I please... PLEASE... marry your muse? Provided that your muse is a gentleman with deep, luscious green eyes and somewhat dark hair.

I love (again) this one-shot. It's so... poignant. Again, it's the simple sentences that you wrote to deliver this story that grasp my attention. "Our shadows slant across the coffin like so many fingers reaching to grasp it and hold it back." For example.. that sentence. When I read that, all I could think of was the feeling of losing the memory of a person's voice that I was close to.. and how the memory seems to be slipping through my fingers into the forgotten land even though my fingers are clenched together to a fist. Another example of a sentence from this fic that touched me. "All I’m aware of is how your hands sift through the black soil, caressing, pleading." Simple yea? but THAT in a reader's mind is a potent sentence.. well to me at least. It just emphasize the feeling of.. well "lost" for lack of a better word.

And you know what I truly admire of your writing skill? It's the effortless way you can connect words and strings something so ordinary to enhance your plot/story. I like your works.

Well gotta go... I have a FIFA game to watch..

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absolutely phenomenal writing. phenomenal. i can't find anything to fuss over! i'm biased now....i love it how your titles are so ... alone. 1 worded titles always catch my eye. one word to describe a situation.. its hard to do that. great job.
melissa
acoustics
pounding_silence@yahoo.com

I love your work. It's so poetic. I also like Roland Barthes. I hope you keep on writing Harry and Hermione's stories, because theirs is one that will always have that depth that can fit any poetry.

I don't know how I missed reviewing any of your stories, 'cause I read all of them the other night and loved every single one of them. This one is sad but beautiful, and I love the way it's written as if Harry's writing it to Hermione.

And since you like favorite lines, this is mine from this story:

"Ron explodes. A controlled, contained explosion, another development over the years."

I like to see Ron evolve and mature in fics, and that happens so rarely.

OK, this brought that sort of thick about-to-cry feeling to my throat. Very powerful. You write about a Hermione who's actually rather fragile, who attracts the protector in Harry. It's not a real common interpretation of Hermione, in fanfic. That makes it more poignant. I hope you will continue to write.

great job! this was beautifully written. i lvoe hw you never directly tell who's mother died until furhter into the story.

I am not an expert when it comes to writing or literature of any kind, but as a reader, I consider a story to be a good story if it conveyed to me emotions and touched my soul.

The way this story is written really touches my heart. I can feel the things the characters feel. Plus, when my mom passed away, I didn't get to say goodbye, too. So, I was totally in Hermione's shoes. Except I didn't have my Harry.

Thank you. Will be reading your other works now.

Oh my god, this was so well written. You can just feel the emotions running throughout this fic. What a wonderful job you did in portraying everything. I just loved the ending.

Nice job!

Gawd, so morbid. Poor Hermoine. Poor Ron. Poor Susie. NOT the sort of thing I should be reading right before bed, I want happy thoughts! :-)

I thought it was a bit melodramatic of Harry to rail against fate - just a heart attack? - like that. But Ron's response was perfect, spot on.

Lovely ending, with the two together as one.

Thanks for the story!

I am in awe of your writing...this was just beautiful. The characters were heartbreakingly vulnerable and beautiful. Your portrayal of Harry and Hermione's relationship is one of my favorites.

Musca, I bow down before again, oh my God of the written word. You are...phtphpthp...ht.ht....I can't think of the words. You are just...just...marvelous, that's what you are.

I'd pick out my favorite part and tell you, but, well, yet again you've left me with an entire chapter as a favorite part.

There is no one better than you, Ama. You are the best there is. Full-stop.

Finchy

This is a very well written story. There are several excellent descriptions, and I like the way it is told (for some reason Harry never calling Hermione by name, just saying "You" really had an effect on me). I liked the fact that Hermione's mom died of a heartattack instead of a deatheater attack, because I thought it really made the characters seem very human. Great fic, but I have to say the genre and summary really didn't prepare me for it, you might want to make it Angst/Angst and for the summary say "Depressing fic level = Hide the kitchen knives!!!"

Wow. Just wow.

You've crafted a fine and beautiful story there. I think we all forget that for all their powers, all their adventures, the Trio and everyone else is still human, still subject to the same frailty and shortcomings we all endure. The tale was told beautifully, and your incessant desire to conceal the identity of the speaker nearly drove me daft.

Kudos. You deserve every one of them

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Holly wood and Vine: where magic is sure to happen

Dear ... God ... I don't even really know what to say to this one. It was beautiful and painful and exactly what I've come to expect from you. What a harsh reality to deal with, knowing that you can have any and every protection on a person, but in the end, there are things you just can't protect against.

Excellent, excellent work.